i got downhearted again yesterday, felt the weight of earth, the gravity pulling me, 
my soul if that's what the heart feels, down to the earth, 
to burrow or subside, to sleep how i never seem, to return,
soul to soil, to be with this earth 
under this exhausting scourge. 
i thought this scourge would never end, and we 
ourselves, tired bodies, collapse, 
lay down in it, besieged, abandoned, longing 
for some mother return.